Leaning against the counter, Josh shot him a confused look. “You hired me. You don’t owe me anything well besides my fee.”

“No, I do.” Brendan sat at the table. “Last night I was doing some research on you actually, just poking around your haunted sites for one. Then I found your Deviant Art page.”

“Oh god.” Joshua face palmed.

“No, it’s a good thing. You really do have talent. I’ve seen cover artists not half as good.”

“Thanks,” Josh muttered.

“I am serious. Anyhow I saw where you and your friend Cassia participated in a few charity auctions with your fan creations and gave the money to cancer research in Connor’s name.” Brendan’s voice caught. He couldn’t really swallow the lump forming in his throat. “I am blown away that people did that. I had no idea.”

Josh swung into the seat across the table. “I’m just happy to help. So many of us felt terrible for you and your family. There was nothing we could do to help, not really. But there are thousands of poor kids in similar situations. The money went to good causes. I still give money to St Jude’s when I can.”